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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years

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Cute fluffy prompt: mj acts like she’s not impressed with the whole Spider-Man thing so peter keeps making excuses to show off his powers/strength in front of her

Okay this prompt is so freaking cute and im so sorry this took me forever, but here it is!! I hope you like it!!

Get ready for 1.5k of some good ol’ fashioned fluff

Peter shouldn’t be all that surprised that upon finding out his secret identity as the vigilante known as Spider-Man, Michelle reacts in perhaps the most Michelle-way possible.

She’s indifferent.

Not entirely impressed.

Maybe even a bit annoyed?

Now, it wasn’t as if he’d expected her to just… fawn over him, to sing his praises in her overt adoration of his deeds. He knew it wasn’t like that; MJ wasn’t like that. But… she could’ve at least faked some enthusiasm. A simple, “Wow! That’s cool!” would’ve been much appreciated.

She could have at least tried to reach Ned’s enthusiasm.

Because Peter has literal, actual superpowers for crying out loud.

He can climb walls.

He fights crime.

But nope.

Nothing.

Just the quirk of an eyebrow accompanied by a comically apathetic, “Yeah. And?”

Because of course she already knew.

The double take he’d done at her response may or may not have given him a minor case of whiplash. He’d sputtered, face turning an embarrassing shade of beet red as he scrambled to form coherent, human sentences—something that had become somewhat of a theme in his conversations with MJ.

It’s not as if he needs his ego stroked; honestly, that is the least of his priorities. But… he has this crazy, overwhelming desire for MJ’s seal of approval; hell, just a nod, a smile, or even a thumbs up would do. Some acknowledgement, at least.

He, for some inexplicable reason, wants so badly to just impress her.

And he finds himself caring a lot more about whether or not she’s impressed the more and more he tries.

She doesn’t care when he shows her his lightning fast reflexes; he’s lost count of how many times he’s asked her to throw something at him so he can show off that particular skill.

“Hey, MJ, toss me the remote?”

“Hey, MJ, pass me that can of sprite!”

“Hey, MJ, literally just throw my calc book at me.”

(He also wonders if he should be worried that she’s always willing to chuck something at his face every time he asks, without hesitation.)

She couldn’t care less when he hangs from the ceiling by a single thread—okay, it’s maybe more than that, but still—when they’re studying in her room one day, his face scrunched in concentration as he reads Great Expectations from his position.

He can feel her eyes on him, stare calculating as she watches him with a mix of judgement and confusion. An expression that wordlessly asks, “What the absolute fuck are you doing?”

“What?” As innocent as he can act in a situation like this, Peter shrugs, feigning ignorance. “It’s more comfortable.”

She scoffs.

She’s even more unimpressed, maybe even borderline annoyed, when he shows off just how agile he is by literally backflipping onto the couch during a movie night with her and Ned like he’s some kind of Olympic gymnast.

Peter’s smile is triumphant as he lands, feeling pretty damn good about himself, eyes not-so-subtly glancing over to MJ, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Was that necessary?” she asks, tilting her head in miffed bewilderment.

Okay, maybe she had a point.

Even Ned, who was arguably Spider-Man’s number one fan, seems to think the overt display of gymnastics is a bit much.

And that’s saying something.

Peter’s strength doesn’t really do much for her either, or at least he’s pretty sure it doesn’t. He can lift around ten tons,—but who’s counting, really?— stop a bus with his bare hands. He’s stopped the Winter Soldier’s actual metal arm before.

Come on, even the person with the highest standards in the world would think that was at least a little bit cool.

There may have been a hint of a smile, a faint sense of admiration and approval when he lifts up the school lockers with incredible ease, snatching the spare jar of web fluid, making sure to twirl it a couple of times for good measure.

“Wow,” she says, almost breathlessly, with a hint of… What is that?… Wonder? Reverence?

“Way to damage school property, Spidey.”

And like that, he deflates.

He brings out the big guns when he offers her a ride—or, a swing, if you will—when she’s running late to her after school job at one of the local bookstores. She agrees, but only after nearly rolling her eyes out of her head.

To this day, he can still feel the way the butterflies had nearly erupted in his stomach as she’d wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his as he’d gripped her waist, holding her steady; the way her breath had hitched in her throat as he leapt into the air, the way she’d buried her face in the crook of his neck, the ghost-like touch of her lips less than an inch from his jaw.

He can also still hear the way she’d screamed bloody murder right in his ear the entire swing.

He was pretty sure she might have puked all over him and his suit if it had lasted even a second longer.

Needless to say, Michelle was not impressed.

Not in the slightest.

Really, at this point, Peter begins to think that there was truly no way to please her.

And, slowly but surely, he gets to where he can kind of, sort of accept it.

He’s pretty sure he’ll never get over this whole desire to impress her, but for the time being, maybe he can chill a bit with the showing off.

After all, she’d said it better than he could have.

“Okay, now you’re just embarrassing yourself.”

He nods in silent, albeit a little sheepish, agreement, hands on his hips as he turns his gaze to the ground.

He’d just made one more, one more valiant effort in his quest to get MJ to admit that this whole Spider-Man thing was cool.

Actually offering to take her on patrol with him may have been a mistake.

This sunny Saturday afternoon must have been the day all the criminals in New York decided to take a day off.

And, yeah, it may not have been a good idea in hindsight, with the danger and all that. But give him a break, they were already hanging out… They just happened to change location and he just happened to be wearing his suit.

No big deal.

Plus, he would have never let anything happen to her.

And even with all of that, she’d laughed, actually laughed, and declined, returning to her book as she sat on the park bench.

He knows it’s a fruitless effort, but damn it, he had to give it one last shot.

They’re interrupted when they hear the nearby wailing cry for help of a little girl, and in an instant, Peter’s gone.

As it turns out, the girl’s in no danger at all, but rather, her white kitten—whose name turns out to be Buttons—having got himself caught pretty high up in a tree.

Peter’s heartstrings tug at the way the little girl’s cries fill the air around him. He takes a moment to comfort her, telling her that everything—that Buttons is going to be okay; that he’ll be down before she knows it.

The girl sniffles, wiping at her eyes as she watches Spider-Man climb the tree—slowly, as not to startle the already skittish animal.

It takes minimal effort on his part, getting the frightened kitten down from the tree, but he still treats this as any other deed done as his heroic alter-ego; he handles the small bundle of fluffy white fur carefully as he returns to the ground.

And once again, he’s filled with the same warm, happy feeling he gets when he’s helped someone as the girl hugs the small cat in her arms, her smile practically glowing.

“Thank you, Spider-Man!”

He returns to MJ a moment later, who’s been watching the entire time.

Her face is impassive as he stands in front of her, book forgotten in her lap as she fixes him with a contemplative stare.

He already knows what she’s going to say, how she’s going to react. He’s not set up for disappointment that way.

He can practically hear the words already before she even speaks.

“Nice job, loser.”

Wait. Not those words—

What?

His head snaps up, the white eyes of his suit widening comically as he stares back at her, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

At that, her lips press together into a thin, very very cute, smile. From what he could tell, there hadn’t been any hint of sarcasm in her tone. Her gaze now makes him feel comfortably uncomfortably warm under all the red and blue spandex.

Okay, he’s probably dreaming.

“I said,” she pauses. “Nice job, loser.”

“Oh,” is all he can muster at first, his voice a little breathless. He coughs, scratching the back of his head, trying to play it cool. “Thanks.”

She nods before quietly returning to her book. “Anytime, dude.”

He’d done it. He’d finally done it. All these days, these weeks, all this time.

And damn it, Peter can’t help but do his best golf fist bump when he’s sure MJ can’t see him, exclaiming a whispered, “yes!” under his breath.

“Please, don’t make me take it back,” she says without even glancing up from her page.

“Ah! Okay, sorry, sorry.”

#spideychelle #petermj #peter parker #michelle jones #peter parker x michelle jones #fic #prompt #fluff #i might start posting all these one shots on ao3 #not all at once ofc but ya knoww #this prompt might be one of my favs #it was so fun to write!!

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ruinfell · 5 years

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[DRABBLE] A Talk in the Woods

There was a cool breeze out that night – not too chill, or too bustly. A nice time for a walk, and it wasn't like the cold bothered skeletons much anyway. The woods were not wholly barren, and, with the spring air beginning to drift in, the woodlands' residents were awakening and returning.

Papyrus had taken to walking the woods more often lately, but he had asked his brother to accompany him this time. He didn't say as much, but he desired to talk with him, and he picked up on that well enough with his sibling intuition.

It had been a while since they'd really sat down and talked, and Papyrus was nervous. Sans picked up on that well enough, but didn't address it immediately. He remembered how poorly their last real heart to heart had gone, before they officially made the move to the surface-bound timeline. Sans still hadn't grown accustomed to their new home, and rarely spent time here, but he was trying.

"We can stop for a sec if you want," Papyrus suggested, halting and spinning on his heels to face Sans, who trailed behind him sluggishly. They'd kept a slow pace, but they had still gone quite far. "I got a couple thermoses. Thermii?? Of hot chocolate."

Sans was not tired, but… he appreciated the concern, and Papyrus actually addressing him. The silence had been awkward. It, faintly, distantly, reminded him of being led through the wartorn woods on a chain. He did not wish to be in that position again, of being led on a chain, wherever his brother went, with no say and no real agency.

"... yeah, sure." Sans took a seat on a nearby stump. His brother sat nearby on a log, and handed him a thermos, while pulling out his own, popping the cap and taking a decent swig of it.

Skeletons did not have to worry about burning their tongues or scalding their throats so much, seeing as they did not have throats, and did not always have tongues. But they could still indulge in the warmth that hot drinks invited, and the way it could cool nerves, though they lacked those too.

Papyrus spent a moment taking in that warmth, and holding it, before he dared let any of the cold back in by speaking.

"Bro? Can I ask you something?"

Sans knew something was coming, but chose to hold off on answering the question until he'd warmed his palms, and then his jaws and neck, with the welcome beverage. "it's about us staying here, yeah?" That was his guess. Why talk about it here, and now, of all times and places?

"... Yeah. Are you actually okay with this?"

Sans was a little taken aback, his jaw shifting in consideration, and his back straightening from its near ever-present hunch. "why wouldn't I be?"

"Humans, for a start." Papyrus was well aware that was a problem for both of them. "Not gonna pretend I don't get freaked out but uh. My symptoms are probably a lil' easier to manage."

Sans frowned. "i'm not gonna dog out in a mall and start killin' people, pap. i've been dog shoppin' before."

He assumed he would be fine, even if there was more than a little thread of doubt, and quite a hefty chunk of worry dangling at the end of it - he didn't know how well his emotions would be kept in check in such a situation for certain. He knew that war overwhelmed him at a near constant, to the point where it took years for him to regain any normalcy, by seemingly sheer chance.

Papyrus had a great many more concerns, and would come back to that one later. It wasn't the biggest concern, after all.

"I don't wanna keep leadin' you around like you ain't got a choice in it, Sans."

The elder brother very much did not enjoy when his younger sibling took words from his head like that, though he knew full well that at times they may as well be bound twins, and thus privy to reading each other so well. He fully blamed that on how they came to be, though he had no evidence of such.

He shifted a bit on his stump, legs dangling, and heels kicking into the bark in an uncomfortable rhythm. "but that's the thing. i don't. not if i wanna keep up with you."

"But you--"

Papyrus halted his exclamation suddenly. He stared at his brother, swallowing the words that hadn't made it past his teeth, and letting them reform in a moment.

"... You don't have to keep up with me, dude." The weight and gravity of his tone came from its sobriety now, and not its volume. "This isn't like, some thing like with Sunny and Sleepy. I'm not gonna disappear and be a different person one day. You're not gonna forget or lose me. Not as long as we actually talk."

Sans was fortunate for that gravity. Without it, had there been any inch of panic, he would have caught onto it and amplified it, it would have rattled between the walls of his rib cage and grown and grown until it burst from him a thousand fold too large for it. That was the true nature of his curse, and something he had yet to fully shake.

His gaze didn't lift from his thermos, but his legs slowly came to a stop. There was a bit of a sniff.

"If you wanted to shack up in the café timeline, I don't think Sunny would mind. If you feel more comfortable there. Or, hell-- I'm sure Dad would be okay with you staying there too. You don't gotta force yourself to be somewhere that makes you feel uncomfortable."

Sans' grip on his thermos tightened a little, though, fortunately, there was no threat of it being crushed. He simply needed that extra bit of grip, to stay his hands from shaking.

He was safe, for now at least. But he knew the anxiety was welling up in him. He didn't want to disturb this place. He didn't want to lose control of himself when—

"but you're forcin' yourself, pap. you're scared." He could tell, even having not seen the way his brother had worried over applications and spilled his anxieties to his adoptive guidance. "but you're bravin' through it. and i get it. but i'm just not brave like you are. i just deal."

The taller skeleton's face became yet more grave, and his teeth clicked together in a frown, wordless for a time. It was true, he was forcing himself, and he was scared. The fact that he was facing surface life with humans, despite being afraid, meant he could not refute being brave, much as he didn't think himself such. But he could refute that his brother was not also brave, and perhaps more so than he was.

After a good solid minute of thought, Papyrus stood, walked over to his brother's stump, and sat next to him atop it.

"I don't think you're givin' yourself much credit, Sans. Ya forget it's you who took that soul, instead of me?" He nudged the shorter skeleton with his elbow, against the red sweater, about where said soul would be resting. "Even before that. So what if you're not brave the exact same way I am? Don't mean you're not. We're not the same. Even if people like pointin' out how much we got in common with the bastard who made us, heh."

Papyrus took a long swig of his thermos, enough to drain it, and it gave Sans time to really think. His younger brother, he often considered, was the lesser of experience, at least in overall years, but maybe not of wisdom. Sans secluded himself a lot, mostly out of fear and distrust of others, but largely out of fear and distrust of himself. That removed him from a lot of opportunity for experience, and meant Papyrus could catch up — not just catch up, but overtake him.

"you're startin' to sound like one of those fuckin' cwote posts, bro. lay off the tumblr." There was a bit of a smirk from him.

"Oh my god… Anything but that." Papyrus snickered a bit, though that gravity lessened none. "Seriously though. No one minds you bein' around. People want you around. I want you around, and to fuckin’-- have a chance at the surface, y’know? But not if it's gonna fuckin' blow your soul out from anxiety."

It was weird. Sans had always been the one worrying about his brother. It was always his focus in life, his one real purpose. Things had gone astray since their colliding with the multiverse, granted, and a few others had gained his worry, but never to the same degree of his brother. It wasn't just a purpose that Gaster had granted him upon his brother's birth: it was a purpose he fully adopted within his own heart and mind.

He knew that other people had worried for him before. People did care about him. He'd barely heeded them. He'd never really felt like he mattered, not to himself, not if his brother was okay, so it was difficult to believe he mattered to anyone else.

It was weird, that Papyrus worried so much for him. But his heavy, heavy heart, felt lighter for it. The logic felt right; if he actually started taking himself into account, started to look out and after himself in some way… would that help his brother be more okay, too?

Would caring for his own self, be an act of caring for his brother?

It always went back to him. 'You don't have to keep up with me' came back to haunt him from moments before, and he sighed his hectic thoughts out slowly through his nasal cavity. His mind was moving a little too fast; maybe it was trying to stay ahead, rather than keep up.

Papyrus, intuitive as he was, could tell that something was amiss. He let go of his thermos with one hand and wrapped the arm around Sans' shoulders, pulling him into a half-hug.

"You don't gotta figure it all out right this second, dude. Just… figure yourself into the equations while ya do."

"... yeah. i guess." He didn't sound enthusiastic, but he had not stopped thinking just yet. It'd wind down slowly, it had to, because sudden change panicked him.

"And for my part, I'll try to stop runnin' into shit so much without tellin' ya. Like, I'll let you know when I get this job shit figured out, keep you up on my schedules when I do…" Papyrus' cup was stowed in his inventory, and he stood up from the stump. "Y'know, actually try to keep ya in the loop, heh. I know I suck at doin' that, and it don't really help."

Sans gave a small smile, and little disagreement-- but no teasing, this time. He appreciated the effort. He hadn't felt like they'd been able to talk this frankly in a very, very long time.

#{}{} V: MAIN #{}{} SERAFIN #{}{} JITTERS #(( have some bros ))

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thespacequail · 6 years

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Darling in the Franxx (ep. 15)

HOLY FREAKING...well, that certainly was a LOT that happened in only 24 minutes. A lot of plot threads, a really good fight scene, a lot of new questions, but most importantly that thing where the OP plays during the climax, amazing. There’s a lot going on here, I’ll probably miss some, but I’ll try. *warning* This is a very long post.

>”Don’t worry Hiro, we’ll be fine.” All I’m thinking at this point is cut to black, Always Sunny in Philadelphia theme playing, “The gang fucking dies.” It was a pretty good scene though, it showed me at least how much more I care about the cast now than I did back in episode 6, which if from “not at all” to “if you kill any main characters I will cry”.

>Huh, so the Nines have the guys and girls in swapped positions, that’s interesting, the guys also have holographic horns that look like 02′s, veeeerrry interesting... But like, are they bad guys? Are they neutral? What’s their angle here? Every time they show up, they just raise more questions.

>Yup, all those dudes at the end of last episode got sucked dry by 02 (*lenny face*), Dr. Franxx you are still one sick puppy, but it’s hard to tell what your end goal is here, you may act like you care about 02′s well-being, but I don’t buy it, you have some ulterior motive and I WILL FIND IT. Eventually. When it’s served up for all to see on a silver platter. BUT THEN I WILL KNOW FOR SURE WHAT YOU ARE ON ABOUT!

>So Papa and his marry group of fucks are still being cryptic as all hell, what wish do they want that needs control of the Gran Crevasse? The heck is a Hringhorni? By pests do you mean Klaxxosaurs, humans, children, all of the above? I don’t get it. But the cut away to Streliza when Dr. Franxx says he wants a front row seat, now thats good editing.

>Now this is a good fight scene! Bright colors, understandable positions of every combatant, not breaking the 180* rule, even the CG wasn’t bad. Where was this quality of animation earlier? Doesn’t matter, we got to see everyone be badass and that’s good for me.

>And now for your requisite Plot ex Machina, an even bigger Klaxxosaur that no one has even heard of. *sigh* I mean, you already burned out the Guttenberg class, and power creep is a thing, this was inevitable...fine...I’m fine...it’s fine...fight a fucking mountain, at least it looks cool. That panning side shot of the internals of the Plantation, now that was really cool looking, I paused the video to look closer at it, highly detailed for a shot only a second long, I respect that. Then Papa tells the red shirts to kamikaze the thing, which is messed up, but it confirms the whole fanaticism thing people have for him, cause despite knowing they’re being told to die outright, they do it anyway, and of course it does effectively nothing at all, good fucking job, you killed a bunch of kids for no evident reason, but you don’t care do you? I’m talking to a brick wall here, let’s just move the fight to a new backdrop yeah?

>Whoa, those are some gnarly horns 02, you feeling ok? Who am I kidding, we all know the answer is “utterly distraught but refusing to show it”, this is actually a really cool design evolution for her, I dig it, but more on that later.

>Slight tangent, how close is the Garden to the briefing room? How long did it take Hiro to calmly get there while a freaking war was taking place? And the bit with the mirror...like, I get it, it’s symbolic, but it fell kinda flat for me, was that really the only kick in the pants you could think to get Hiro down there? And not to mention after taking his sweet time he goes out and finds a training drone to get to 02. THE LAYOUT OF THE PLANTATION MAKE NO SENSE UNLESS THE FIGHT WAS GOING ON FOR HOURS ON END! AND WHO LET HIRO CASUALLY USE THE ELEVATOR IN THIS TIME OF CRISIS!? *ahem* Right, back to the battle.

>Hey look, it’s that old lady from the Zorome episode! She contributes nothing to this scene! Ok, that’s not entirely true, her being there reminds us what Zorome is fighting for, and how his resolve to fight for the adults is probably more than just orders to him. The framing is also really cool, gives some nice perspective on the size of the robots, and the lady watching as Zorome’s robot (I dont know the specific name, and yeah it’s Miku’s too, but this shot is about Zorome) is pretty poignant, provides some payoff for that episode.

>My man Goro! Finally fed up with all the bullshit and taking control. Letting Hiro and Ichigo work this out together was the best way to go about this, and he did it so well, and the bit with Zorome/Miku telling him to stop trying to act all cool was so appropriate for them, lightening the mood before things got heavy.

>And boy does shit get heavy. The mind melding thing was cool, and would you look at that, Ichigo is not a bad character, she just had to be shown what her actions meant, seeing that was a hard pill to swallow, but needed. I really like how 02′s thought captions mirror Hiro’s, but are distorted, capital letters and numbers thrown in at random, it works for her in the state she’s in. Now the fight between them was cool, but let’s be honest, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DESIGN A ROBOT TO HAVE HAIR UNDER THE HELMET? DID YOU EXPECT IT TO BREAK? WHY DOES IT MOVE LIKE ACTUAL HAIR? EACH LOCK SHOULD BE THE SIZE OF A FREAKING SEDAN! *ahem* It’s just dumb, but whatever, helps distinguish her silhouette against all the Nines who’s robots look kinda similar.

>Before we get to the flashback of sad, it’s time for plot revelations! Yay! Turns out the Klaxxo-cores are humans in some way! Well that was...kinda unexpected, reminds me of the Anti-Spirals from Gurren Laggan a little bit. I do like how the kids are trying to deny it, they don’t want to believe it’s possible, but here it is, right in front of your eyes. And you know what else is in front of your eyes? Papa blowing up Plantations to break the dome, cause he doesn’t give a fuck about any of you, that’s a fun pill to swallow and will definitely effect some character’s perceptions going forward. “Release them from the cages of their bodies.”? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? THIS SCENE IS CREEPY AS ALL HELL MAN!

>FLASHBACK TIME! I AM EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE! But I was right about the blood thing! Yes, it was obvious, but still right! GOD BABY 02 YOU ARE MAKING ME SAD! *unintelligible sounds of despair* It’s just a really good scene ok? Then her horns shattering? Beautiful. This is EXACTLY what I want from these characters, their interaction was so raw and good and the kiss, AUGH!

>OH SHIT THEY’RE PLAYING THE OPENING! OH SHIT TRUE FORM UNLOCKED! WOOOOOOO! I am fully aboard the hype train here. Ichigo’s single tear was good, I think she’s come to terms with the fact Hiro wants to be with 02, that they are in love and she has to let him go, it hurts, but it’s for the best. Still not a huge fan of the bird metaphor, but I will take it here cause we got character growth out of it, and I like that.

>A giant...hand? And the Nines knew about it because of course they do. That is one hell of a cliffhanger, I think we are reaching that point, the point in every Trigger show where the plot does a 180* and things get W E I R D, and I am so ready for that.

Ok, that went on way longer than expected, but they packed a whole heck of a lot in this episode, so I had a lot I wanted to talk about. I think this show has definitely “gotten good” and I am super excited to see them start answering some questions as to what in the hell is going on here.

#darling in the franxx #anime #anime review #spring anime 2018 #long post

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twistednuns · 6 years

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April 2018

Rediscovering an old passion of mine: The ice. I went to another ice-hockey match the other day and the atmosphere was fantastic - tense, excited, the players were really going for it. Hannes bought me beer and a hot dog and I enganged in friendly banter with the enemy (I wished him a safe trip home to Karlsruhe after Mannheim had lost and he winked at me). I really hope we'll win the semi-finals. I desperately want to go to the final! Ice-hockey brings back childhood memories for me because I used to join my dad who had season tickets for the LA Cannibals. He was allowed to bring children under 6 for free (I think I must have been 6 until I was about 10 years old...) I also saw the movie I, Tonya about the infamous figure skater Tonya Harding on Easter Sunday, sitting alone in the cinema, enjoying my popcorn. I loved this film. The soundtrack is awesome, the acting and the humour are spot-on. A few days later I actually went ice-skating with Korbian (in the EHC Red Bull rink!) and even though my feet still hurt so much that I have to unfasten the ice skates every twenty minutes it was great fun. Water and ice - I'm in my element.

A small present from a sixth-grader: a sticker of a smiling bowl of ramen noodle soup!

I can see that I'm so much fitter now than a few months ago. I can run up a flight of stairs without being out of breath. Not even a bit.

Sewing together all the granny squares I had lying around. The size is still on baby blanket level so just give me a few more years to finish it...

The first warm days. Planting flowers in front of my window (primrose, forget-me-not, buttercups). Setting up the canvas chair. Hanging up the laundry on the balcony. Eating outside, walking over Viktualienmarkt just before sunset. Great light and amazing smells.

Climbing the hill in Olympiapark. Lying in the grass, making out with K., enjoying a spectacular view over the Alps and the city.

Having painted toe nails for the first time after the winter. I especially like O.P.I's Tickle my France-y (and how every nail polish just looks so much prettier under water).

The Describe Yourself Like a Male Author Would Twitter thread: Her breasts entered the room before her far less interesting face, decidedly maternal hips and rounded thighs. He found her voice unpleasantly audible. As his gaze dropped from her mouth (still talking!) to her cleavage, he wondered why feminists were so angry all the time. (stellar example by Jennifer Weiner)

Watching Gegen die Wand by Fatih Akin for the first time. And Frida - seems like I'm quite into biopics considering how much I liked I, Tonya.

Seeing how the cat reacted to Korbinian. She just rolled into a little ball in his palms and he held her in his hands for quite a while. Seems like she prefers men...

Amira Casar is very pretty.

He said I didn't snore!

Unter Glück hatte ich mir eigentlich was anderes vorgestellt.

A new double-ended eyebrow brush.

Talking about that one illustration in Janosch's Post für den Tiger (mole network!) and Lena knew immediately what I meant.

Walking over the playground with Lena and Alexandra. Trying out the seesaw, a carousel and the swings. Climbing a jungle gym, squeezing through the ropes, sliding down (my ass didn't get stuck!!)

Lying outside in the sun on a deck chair after one hour of swimming. Cold at first, very very nice after I was dry. It's incredible how much power the sun already has.

Sore muscles from ice-skating. Hill-climbing. Swimming.

Talking a walk in the Nymphenburg castle grounds. Taking a photo of Magdalenenklause (as always - I think it's fascinating how you can see the reflection of the trees and the blue sky as well as the interior of the chapel and the windows at the far end). Reading at Königsplatz. Buying food at the Asian market and some candy at Pomeroy & Winterbottom. Meeting Lena and Obi, having avocado toast with fried eggs at Holzkranich in Schwabing. All in all a really nice day even though I wasn't in a great mood to begin with.

Trommeln in der Nacht was the best play I've seen at the Kammerspiele so far. I really liked it. I mean, an Australian guy singing pop songs during a classic Brecht play - what can go wrong?

Swimming freestyle laps for the first time! My technique is probably shit but all that matters is that it gets my heart rate up.

Finding four tiny holo stars on a page in a librabry book.

Deciding to ride my bike down to Großhesselohe - I lay around in the sunshine in my bathing suit. And I needed sunscreen for the first time this year! I love the smell of the Garnier sun oil. Felt like summer! Isarkaribik... I also lay across from a nudist guy with a pretty good ass. Doesn't hurt.

Moser Roth lemon yoghurt chocolate.

Getting a bunch of Alstroemeria flowers at the supermarket. They were so pretty and stayed fresh for weeks.

Scene hunting.

The sound of the woodpeckers in the trees outside my apartment.

Delicious recipes for all kinds of wraps in the latest issue of Schrot und Korn.

Walking barefoot.

Meeting two huge, fat cats on my evening walk over the fields. Seeing the illuminated living rooms, watching people having dinner, wondering if they actually like each other. The smell of the first blossoming trees. The view over the forest after sunset, watching planes rise above the clouds. The sound of last year's leaves in the wind. Still some traces of light left. Seeing a hedgehog behind a garden fence.

How interested the cat was in the little blooming twig I brought home from a walk.

Reading so incredibly much.

Reading, yes, again - reading about Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes in Connie Palmen's Du sagst es. It's a fictional autobiography of Hughes. All these feelings, so much drama and a life for literature.

Another evening walk (I like them best) - lying down in the big nest swing at the playground. Finding a pile of free give-aways on a bench, taking home paper plates (I use them for acrylic paints).

Trauringe have only one letter more than traurige.

Going to work by tram on a sunny morning. A book in my lap, eating fruit salad. Seeing the city in a different light and discovering places I had never seen before because I usually only go there by night (for example the square/monument left of the Isar near Müllersches Volksbad).

The fact that the laundry dries in a matter of hours on the balcony now.

Taking a random library book to read on my way to work. Reading the passage "Es war April, der Monat, der von T.S. Eliot zum grausamsten unter seinesgleichen gekürt wurde, und es war Freitag, der dreizehnte." in April, on Friday the 13th. The likelihood of this happening is approximately 1 in 2500.

Kunstautomaten.

Meeting basically everyone at Muffat-Biergarten. The Fabis, Claudia, Frank, Manu and Susa. Even Lucy the dog-lady was there.

Paying Rasmus a compliment which he was really happy about.

Hanging up some crystals in the trellis on the balcony.

Spending a day at the Northern part of the English Garden with the "family". Playing Kubb, somersaulting spontaneously, so much delicious food (pizza, chocolate fruit, chickpea salad, sushi, cold drip coffee, ...), exploring some old trees at the riverside, climbing, playing with cheeky dogs, reading Lena's graphic novel.

The Destiny's Child reunion at Coachella.

Ferrero is making mother-effin' Kinder Bueno, Milchschnitte and Kinderriegel ice-cream now! Deliiiish.

Going to a workshop about voice and body language. I actually got way more positive feedback than expected. Apparently my voice and articulation are quite nice and I keep eye contact much better than I thought. Also, I asked another girl from the group to join me for lunch. Yay, talking to people! Hello, new extrovert me!

Foldable silicon lunch boxes.

Playing badminton in the park. I want to do that more often!

Getting eight more books from the library even though I still had five at home.

When your book fits exactly into the handle on the seat in front of you and you don't need a bookmark.

Having a monthly ticket for public transport is surprisingly nice. Hop on, hop off.

Visiting some of my students at their work place on Girls'/Boy's Day. We went to Deutsches Museum and a kindergarden, for example. It was great to see how much the kids enjoyed their days.

The playoff final!!! Two goals in 10 seconds, omg. So EHC Red Bull Munich won for the third time in a row. There were gold glitter, beer showers, the players' children on the ice. And I flirted with a dude from Garmisch who kept calling me princess.

Woodworking. I'm currently carving a bowl and a small bird out of limewood.

Carrying a huge pot of flowers all the way home on the train.

That other kind of mango. The type you usually get in Asia. Less sweet, creamier.

Going to the market on Saturdays. Getting fresh bread, vegetables or flowers for the balcony.

Riding my bike through the forest in order to get to the garden centre.

A weird childhood flashback while washing my dirty feet in the sink: the memory of my grandma who wouldn't let us sit on the sofa in the summer if we didn't do that.

Spending a day with a happy-go-lucky woodworker. Playing games at the Starnberger See. Driving around in his Skoda. Eating pizza.

Wearing the &otherstories sunflower necklace with the one I bought in Portland and had always been to tight for me. And wearing the pink-blue checked pyjama pants in combination with a soft grey longsleeve shirt. Another thing that used to be too small.

The balcony!!! Tomatoes, yellow zucchini, pink poppies, multi-coloured petunias, I mean, YES. The light breaking in one of the crystals. Rainbow reflections.

#things i love #personal #present perfect #2018 #april #april 2018

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3x05 & 3x06 - Dean & Sam’s moons

I am assuming they're both on full moon a month a part as part of season 3's year-long schedule, although tbh it was probably an aesthetic choice and no one stopped to consider it. 3x05 is near Halloween, 3x06 must therefore be in November, and the Christmas episode is 3x08.

Anyway some musings on the moons because I love that they both have one with this same transition.

The one in 3x05 is placed directly over Dean's bed and the camera continues to pan down over him sleeping (which I didn't gif because it would have been huge and I made aesthetic choices >.>) which to me represents it as a thought bubble, almost, showing him dreaming. Dean's pastoral fairytale dream I am pretty sure is photoshopped because it reappears in 3x10, the dream episode, in Bobby's hotel room, sans moon but representing the same sort of thing since it was already here representing a dream:

http://www.homeofthenutty.com/supernatural/screencaps/displayimage.php?album=54&pid=12108#top_display_media

in that case I think it's pretty ironic that it's the sunny daytime version of the pastoral dream. Almost like the scene Sam steps into when he leaves the house, but of course it's so much worse inside, not like it seems on the surface.

Giving Dean this transition I think is exceptionally beautiful because it shows the prosaic normal of their motel-living lives as the sort of landscape they truly inhabit, and then transitioning to Dean's dream, the fairytales they metaphorically inhabit. I wrote this 2 years ago in my last rewatch because of this moment:

I have a lot of feelings about Supernatural as actual folklore, like, with the stories that are told, and how they’re told, and the main characters as folkloric heroes and blah blah, stuff I’d need to dust off some old books of mine to really talk about properly. :P Suffice to say, going from the hum drum exterior shot of the realities of life on the road to this mystical fairytale woodland with the puddle as a great lake and the dull motel as a mill, bigger hills, bigger trees, no sodium lights or bright vending machine… Sort of putting the magic into what they do and making the leap of imagination into the stories that happen around them.

There's something that really soothes me about this episode because of this shot. Dean's so prickly to fairytales and yes there's been meta written about his deflecting behind porn, his calling Sam gay for knowing the details, and his instinctive reaction that he's not gonna kiss the frog and how he still kinda thought it was going to be his role to be the "princess" there on first take. All been done before, but still. (I'm sure my 3x05 tag doesn't have a whole lot in it but I'm pretty sure I reblogged commentary about all of this in more detail one time or another)

Dean has defensive walls a mile high about liking this sort of stuff because it might make him seem weak, and there's a real thread through this season and season 4 about their strength, where Dean is stuck behind the facade but even before he goes to hell it's obvious he's putting a lot of it on in many moments. Sam becomes more and more manipulated by a lot of the baddies they pass that he has to be stronger than Dean, and by 3x09 Dean calls him out on it and Sam says he's trying to be more like Dean - that is, a harsher, more vicious hunter. In 3x11 mystery spot!Sam betrays that's more like John once he's gone all the way to the far end of that mindset, but anyway, Sam puts a name to it as trying to be more like Dean, and in season 4 he feels he's supassed Dean and become stronger than him through Ruby's manipulations, taking this to the logical end of their fight.

(As I was saying last night this season establishes Cain & Abel as the template early on in 3x04 and 3x06 - I watched the little behind the scenes bit about 3x06 on the DVD and it was the VFX guy congratulating themselves on a job well done, but he did agree that the ghosts taking each other out was where the show might go "this season" (oh season 3) so I'm feeling more certain than ever that the show decided this was the new template for the brothers all the way back here and started to apply it...)

Anyway. This episode, then, Dean gets to have the macho fight with the Big Bad Wolf (which he might think is silly but is a pretty brutal fight and he was this close to killing him before the doctor broke through to the little girl, so he at least physically defeated the Big Bad Wolf in a sort of metaphorical way) - I kind of feel like that moment might have set him more at ease, defeating a strong masculine element, as the Big Bad Wolf was the same guy in a couple of stories - the 3 Pigs as well as Little Red Riding Hood, which just goes to show the whole basic pool of characters being drawn from nature of fairy tales.

In some ways Dean is always trying to defeat the masculine elements that provide him the toughest opposition... Compare the Big Bad Wolf fight to (everyone rolls their eyes) 12x22 and the fight with Ketch - brutal, man-on-man, smashing up all the furniture and wrestling brute strength against each other. In season 3 the masculine influence on Dean is the ongoing ghost of John, who metaphorically got sucked up into Gordon, who Sam (the one who identified this idea out loud) defeats in 3x07 after he also goes fully monstrous as a result of his black and white view on monsters.

Dean defeats yet another metaphorical representation of this in the Big Bad Wolf and goes to bed to sleep, and we get this transition to what he dreams of - a peaceful, pastoral fairytale scene. No pretentions or anything, just a reconciliation. Dean can occupy the motels and gritty Americana as much as he likes, and still dream of fairytales if he damn well wants to, and there is a calm and innocence to his sleep in this scene, contrasted to Sam sneaking out to confront the crossroads demon.

In 3x06, Sam's moon, it's after he has the brilliant idea of how to defeat the ghost and save Bela from a seeming fatal, inescapable and twice self-inflicted curse. The ghost hunts those who killed their own family, and Bela's theivery has sold the one thing that she could have used to save herself simply.

Sam has the bright idea to take this all back to the start - the river ends at the source - and to use a spell to summon the original combatants of this ancient sibling rivalry to take each other off the board. We're shown the moon huge and ominous and clear, but as Sam does the incantation (hi Castiel) the clouds gather over it. Sam's moon is an omen, fading to him doing spellwork that involves blood (the clip again continues to pan downwards, this time showing Sam tipping a bottle of blood into the bowl), and the moon is a spell circle. One of invokation, rather than protection or warding, as we most often see in this show.

Of course it mirrors Chuck & Amara, Cain & Abel and in the words of the VFX dude, Sam & Dean. I don't know exactly what was going to happen in season 3, but the staging of one ghost lunging into the other and taking them both out also has echoes of Michael charging at Lucifer in 5x22 and both falling into the cage together, and of course their fight was another step in the siblings pitted against each other.

Also, of course, Sam using magic to achieve this, to me is a part of the old "season 10 is the new season 3" stuff... Mel sent me a bunch of stuff after I talked about this last night (and, sorry, I talked about this one last night so I have slightly less to say here :P) so I'll link that

https://justanotheridijiton.tumblr.com/post/114299870202/63-the-final-scene-of-the-episode-drives-the https://justanotheridijiton.tumblr.com/post/126306223069/season-10-is-the-new-season-3-some-parallels-from https://justanotheridijiton.tumblr.com/tagged/season-10-is-the-new-season-3

#3x05 #3x06 #season 3 #spn rewatches #weird rewatching #my stuff #lizbob gifs #queue

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possumpuppy said: to blondie’s fuck friend, what is a hairline? donovan: your hairline is where the hair on your head meets your forehead and temples. your forehead is the part of your face above your eyebrows. hair, in this situation, means the fine threads made out of keratin growing from your scalp. let me know if ive lost you soup-place said: I have questions for your characters are they good dudes or spicy ? Huh donovan: what? ian: im – im a good dude jules: i can do both poptart42 said: What’s Ian’s favorite thing to do in the rare/nonexistent instances where he feels safe? nap nerbull said: Hi, @ Donovan, what kind of weather do you like? donovan: love those huge thunder storms where it feels like the world might be ending. but, more practically, 75 degrees and sunny Anonymous said: Can we see ians peen again ians peen is on vacation and is not taking work calls Anonymous said: Ian, I have a question, do u like jolly ranchers?? If so what flavor?? I like red n blue ian: im not a fan. they make my teeth feel like theyre going soft. i can say, though, that purple is the worst fart-czar said: Hey Donovan, Do you have romantic feelings for Ian? Or do you just like him platonically, and occasionally bang for fun? donovan: we fill each others needs pretty well. thats all i got parq-stuff said: What are their favorite TV shows /cartoons? ian watches bob ross & infomercials & cooking shows & like, boxing. or horse racing. mostly to just have some noise & something to watch without having to concentrate. donovan watches bob ross & cooking shows with ian & tries to get him to laugh. he also likes true crime shows. he starts series on netflix but never finishes them. jules watches all the good shit u kno it👍👍👌👌✌ strusork said: How many things has Ian eaten (or atrempted to eat) that he shouldn’t hes eaten at least one dumpster hotdog. he ate a donut he found in the grass as a dare. once he was walking past an outdoor restaurant patio & there were two half-full glasses of riesling on a table & he drank them & nobody noticed. he ate some questionable carrots, also out of a dumpster, because he thought eating some vegetables would make him feel better, but they didnt asdclaptrap said: yeah. what’s ian’s relationship with his parents? ive always been curious. ian is not in communication with his parents and has not been for several years. this is by his design

#character qs #part 2

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thenctcults · 7 years

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The Art of Falling in Love

Pairing: Mark x reader Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad girl!au Warnings: some language, underage drinking Word count: 6,786

“I can’t believe you skipped school! Again!” your mother yelled furiously as she paced back and forth in the living room; she was fuming. Your eyes were focused on a loose thread on your carpet, hands behind your back. After promising not to skip school, here you stood, getting your ass scolded. You didn’t know how your mother put up with your antics, and truth be told you commended her patience and the fact that she still loved you after all that. It’s not that you were a bad person. It was just that, you could say you didn’t like living by the norms. Thus, that made you a very rebellious teen. Despite the young of your age you’ve lost count of the many rebellious things you’ve done; you still vividly remembered that one time you took a train to Busan all by yourself without any notice.

Needless to say, you missed being killed by your mother’s own hands by a whisker. There were a lot more things that you couldn’t recall that moment. You hadn’t committed any crimes, just a teenage girl disobeying her parents, going to great extents sometimes.

“You promised me to at least stop skipping school, you won’t be able to get to university if you skip all your classes.” your mother kept going, this time her tone was calmer but her voice was still taut. There was a silence for almost a minute, neither of you saying anything, you mainly because anything you could say at that moment might trigger another outburst from your mother. “I honestly have nothing more to say.” she said defeated and plopped down on the couch, one arm around her stomach, the other arm resting on it with her hand on her forehead; you could tell that you had yet disappointed her. Truthfully, you weren’t completely oblivious of your parents feelings, you - their only child - had failed them. But a lot of times you were mad at them. See, you did understand that as parents they would want what’s best for their child, who wouldn’t want the perfect child? A filial child, renounced academically that was also a social butterfly. And honestly, you weren’t much of a bad student despite all the classes you’ve missed, you somehow managed to pass classes. However, your parents always wanted more, not seeming to understand that you were already doing your best. You were of course continuously reminded of the fact that said relative has accomplished more with another remark along the lines of ‘you’re not trying hard enough’. And at some point you got fed up, and mostly gave up, deciding that living a life only trying to please others would get you no where in life, sometimes thinking about what made you happy came first. So, of course, when you told your parents that you wanted to pursue a career in dancing, you were almost kicked out of the house but that of course didn’t phase you and you could say that was the start of your rebellious acts. What you only wanted once in your life was only for your parents to be supportive of you. You only nodded your head lightly, still keeping your mouth and padded over to your room, closing the door behind your back. Sighing, you stripped out of your school uniform into a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants and a black hoodie that was two sizes too big for you, but you could care less.

The next morning rolled in too fast for your liking; groaning lightly you went over your daily routine and once you were dressed and ready you slung black backpack on your shoulder, and made your way down the hallway. “You’re up,” your father, pointed out the obvious, “aren’t you going to sit with us?” he asked, noticing that you made your way straight to the door, instead of sitting down on the dining table with them. “I’m not hungry,” you mumbled, not really in the mood for much talking between you and your parents, especially at 7:30 in the morning. “I’m heading out, have a nice day.” you said, tying your shoe laces. Even if you weren’t much of a good daughter to them you still made sure to wish them a nice day, if and when you were feeling nice. Plugging your headphones in, you made your way over the elevator waiting for it to come up. You were in no mood for anything today, so that kind of meant that you would be a good girl for today. A ding broke you out your train of thought, indicating that the elevator had reached your floor, and you stepped in, checking your reflection in the mirror. It was really sunny and bright outside, contrasting your mood. For some odd reason you were feeling extra gloomy today and you were never the person to feel remotely sad or angry without any reason at all. Yet here you were, being remotely annoyed by everything. You reached the nearest coffee shop and got two muffins to eat in case you got hungry. Finally having gotten to school you were walking down the hallway towards your class when someone from behind you passed by in a rush, roughly bumping your shoulder and making you drop the paper bag you were holding, your two red velvet muffins spilling on the floor. Just peachy. “Dude what the fuck?” you yelled, at the boy. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around his brows furrowed at your snarky comment; but once he noticed your muffins on the floor his expression was one of regret. That boy happened to be Mark Lee. He was born and raised in Canada, but for some reason him and his whole family had moved in Seoul a little over two years ago. He was cute, you couldn’t deny that, and neither could the other girls that fawned over him wherever he went, he seemed to be very unfazed by it. Either he didn’t notice anything, or chose to ignore it. It seemed as he was perfect in every way, he got the looks, brains and the personality; he was always nice and sweet to everyone.

“I’m- I’m really sorry,” he said, holding the both muffins on each of his hands, “I’ll buy you new ones, I-I promise.” he said, looking like a scared puppy, his eyes flooded with guilt. “There’s no need for that.” you scoffed, trying to reassure him and taking the muffins from his hands and putting them inside the bag again. “No, really,” he insisted, fumbling through his pockets handing you some money. “at least take this.” he said, pushing the money towards you, but you declined kindly; you wouldn’t accept money for two wasted muffins. You brushed past him, throwing the bag in the nearest trash can and got inside your class sat at your assigned seat that coincidentally happened to next to Mark’s. Seconds after you got in, he sat next to you, neither of you making an attempt to talk; you didn’t have much to say anyway since you didn’t really talk much outside class. After a few minutes passed of you waiting for the teacher to come in he turned to you out of the blue and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want the money?” a nervous expression on his face, fumbling with his fingers. You were caught off guard and threw your head back laughing wholeheartedly, clutching your stomach as your laugh intensified, you really didn’t know why you thought this was hilarious. “Why are you laughing? I was being serious” he said timidly, his voice trailing off and his gaze averting from you. “Oh.” you abruptly stopped, and turned to look at him. “I really don’t want your money, honestly.” you reassured him, “But you could repay me in a different way.” you said, an idea suddenly popping up in your mind. “And that is?” he asked curiously, leaning towards you in his chair. “Can you help me not fail English class?” you asked, putting on your sweetest voice and act to try cute and get him to agree. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought over the suggestion before agreeing with you, with just a nod of his head. “Great, when do we start?”

“I really didn’t think that we were going to start today.” you said, kind of regretting your suggestion, not knowing that Mark would take this so seriously upon himself to make you fluent in English in the span of two months. “We weren’t,” he said, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. School was already over and you were both on your way to his apartment - you had of course made sure to notify your parents, trying to avoid any further arguments with them. “but after today’s class I realized that your English skills are lacking.” “We’ve been in the same class for about two years and you just realized that now?” “I didn’t pay attention before.” he admitted sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. Ouch. “Seems fair.” you said bitter, and continued your walk in silence, letting Mark lead you to his apartment complex. Once you made it to his apartment, you were greeted by his parents whom much to Mark’s dismay kept asking if you were his girlfriend and when you two both started dating, only to be shoved towards his room by Mark himself. “Sorry about my parents, they can pester a lot sometimes.” he said, ashamed of his parents embarrassing behavior. “So are you ready to start?” he said, quickly changing the subject, setting his backpack down, you repeating his actions. “Ah, let me bring you a chair.” he said, once he noticed that you were awkwardly standing in the middle of his bedroom.

So here you were, shuffling back and forth from your toes to the heels of you feet, looking around, observing his room with pursed lips. It wasn’t anything special, there were a few clothes strewn across the floor, the bed was unmade, the covers laying in a bundled mess atop the mattress. “Here you go.” he said, his face hidden behind the chair he was holding and set it down next to his. His gaze followed yours, towards his messy bed and his face instantly flushed and he hastily tried to adjust the covers, and shoved the stray clothes inside his closet. “Sorry about that.” “No worries.” you said, taking a seat and getting your books out of your bag, Mark mimicking your actions, starting to explain to you how your tutoring would be done. You were going to start of a few basics before going all the way in the advanced stuff. Forty minutes passed and both of you decided to call it day - mainly because of your continuous whining - because your mind was about to explode with all of the new information. You were quite thankful with Mark’s patience, giving him an imaginary pat on the shoulder for that because truth be told you were quite a handful. You were also amazed at how good he was at explaining things your teacher had failed to make you understand, and you were overall thankful that he had accepted your offer, considering he himself was a senior as well, loaded with a shit ton of studying and assignments. “Is meeting up every weekend okay with you?” he suggested, to which you agreed to immediately and bidding him goodbye.

Two weeks had passed and Mark seemed to be more strict on you now, dismissing every chance you got to spark up a small conversation with him, it seems he really took it upon himself to not make you fail English class; but honestly you also kinda wanted to get to know him better. “Do you have a Korean name?” you asked, your pencil stopping on the half written page of your notebook. “Minhyung. Now keep writing.” “Oh,” you cooed, “it’s really cute, it suits you.” you smiled, but it instantly dropped when you realized that you had just called him cute, falling into a very awkward silence, continuing on scribbling on your notebook. You really didn’t know what had gotten over you, but for some reason you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. “Have you, uh,” Mark spoke, clearing his throat, “prepared for the test tomorrow?” “Yes, I went over the notes you gave me, I’m really confident I can ace this shit.” you said, a smug smile making its way on your lips and you noticed from your peripheral vision that Mark was smiling proudly. “Are you sure, though? Because the stuff for the test are a little more difficult than what we do together.” he said, his voice unsure. Mark really wanted you to do good on this class, he took this offer very seriously and he would be sad if it didn’t work out in the end. “Yes, don’t worry. I got this.” Frankly, you weren’t sure if you had it.

You started panicking the moment you read the first question and although you had prepared for it, you didn’t know the answer. Your panicked gaze locked with Mark’s calm and reassuring one and you tried to calm your nerves. Despite the test not being an important one, you wanted to prove that could improve. “Get your shit together, you can do this.” you whispered to yourself and began the test. It was only forty minutes but it felt like forty years in hell and you wouldn’t be lying if you said that you had attempted to cheat from Mark’s paper, like you always did during tests. “This was pure hell.” you exclaimed, your mouth stuffed with food. It was lunch break and you had decided to sit with Mark and his best friend Donghyuck, who was one year younger than you. “You should be used to it then.” Donghyuck said, not bothering to look up from his tray. You had also forgot to mention that he roasted both you and Mark, every chance he got. Biting the inside of your cheek, you decided to let yet another comment slide, not in the mood to find yourself seated at the principal’s office because you punched a guy in the face. “Minhyuk’s parents are out of town and he’s throwing a party this weekend.” you stated, changing the subject, “Are you coming?” “Ah, no parties are not my thing.” Mark declined politely. “You’re so boring.” Donghyuck said earning a smack on the head from Mark. “If I pass this test, then you’re coming.” you warned him. “Deal.”

Mark sighed as he leaned on a wall at the corner of the living room of the spacious apartment Minhyuk’s parents owned, and watched with his arms crossed on his chest as you danced with a cup of undefinable alcohol in it. You had got a B- on your test so that meant that you had dragged Mark along to the party. Mark being the goody two shoes he was just stood there in a corner by himself, quietly observing his classmates, having fun and some of them getting wasted. Parties were really not his thing. He watched quietly, bobbing his head to the loud music, as you approached, now holding two cups on your hands. “Here,” you said, holding the cup out to him. “drink this, it’ll help you loosen up a little.” “I don’t really drink.” Mark said, but still reluctantly accepted the drink sniffing lightly, his nose scrunching as the high alcohol percentage burning his nostrils. “What’s in this?” “You don’t need to know, all you need to do is drink it, loosen up and have fun.” Mark grew even more suspicious of what the cup contained, but he still tried it, he didn’t know what got over him and it wasn’t that you pressured him into drinking the alcohol, he was just purely curious.The drink burned his throat, he didn’t know how you could gulp that down. All this was new to him, it’s not that his parents were overly strict, they just had certain expectations that Mark worked hard on to fulfill, so he didn’t really have very adventurous teenage years. He seemed to be the complete opposite of you. “Oh shit, this is my favorite song.” you yelled, taking a big gulp of the alcohol in your hands and dragged Mark to the center of the spacious living room where most of the people were, wrapped your arms around his neck and began dancing. Your actions shocked him because Mark had never been this close to a girl before; Mark was very awkward to say the least, so you sometimes had to guide his movements, until he finally got the hang of it.

“Stop being so loud.” you groaned, clutching your head. “I’m not being loud, it’s not my fault you got drunk last night.” Mark reasoned, shaking his head at you. Mark had carried you home on his back in the wee hours of the morning, since you were not able to walk straight and you passed out halfway there. “I’m sorry that you had to carry me home.” you said, lightly patting his shoulder. Mark was still not used to the subtle touches, you were more open than he was and you always slapped his shoulder when something was funny or held on his arm when you gushed about something during the small time you spent together. “It’s okay really.” he said, waving a dismissing hand in your direction. “You, um, dance very well.” he continued, his face flushed, recalling last night’s evens; his palms resting against his knees, your gazes met but his averted on his carpet. “Thanks,” you let out a breathy laugh. “it’s something that I love doing.” you said in a soft voice, for some reason Mark’s compliment made you feel self conscious. The pair of you fell into a comfortable silence, even though you had come by his house at your regular meeting hour, none of you seemed to be in the mood to get any work done. “Is there anything you love doing?” you questioned, breaking the silence. “This is embarrassing but,” he said lowering his head and rubbing the nape of his neck, “I love rapping.” looking up at you with shy eyes. Your ears perked up at the new information and you tried hard to fight back a giggle. You couldn’t imagine Mark: the uptight, goody two shoes Mark, rapping. He really didn’t seem like the type to be into it, since he was also really shy and awkward, you were really curious to see him on a stage rapping his heart out. “That would be a very interesting sight, watching you rap. Can you show me a little something?” “No, please.” “Why not?” you whined, you were really intrigued and made it your goal to at least listen to him once even if it was just a few bars. You would someday.

Two weeks passed by a breeze and you were starting to spend more and more time with Mark, and maybe just maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. Mark was reluctant at first, he knew that you were kind of on the rebellious side, but from the small part of your personality that he got to see in the span of one month, he realized that you were more than what you let other people see. Truly a case of never judge a book by its cover. What troubled Mark, was that for some odd reason, he was always excited to see you at school, and even more enthusiastic when it was just the two of you in his room. He would often catch himself stealing glances at you but he would always brush it off, thinking it was not much of a big deal. It was a usual Monday morning, Mark sitting on his desk, head jamming to some rap song when you came rushing in and yanked the headphones of his ears. “Get up quick, before the teacher comes in.” you whispered, jumping excitedly. You had left hints here and there about skipping school with him, just the two of you, for a while now but he either didn’t catch on or he was a wuss. This time it was happening, though. “Why, are we going somewhere? Class is supposed to start in ten minutes.” “Yes, we are. We’re skipping class. Now get your skinny ass up, we’re gonna have some fun.” you said tugging at the sleeve of his uniform, but much to your dismay, he wouldn’t budge. “No, we’re not.” he said, emphasizing the ‘we’re’, “I’ve never skipped class before and will not do it now.” he glared up at you. “You know what, Donghyuck’s right. You’re fucking boring, so uptight.” you said through gritted teeth, arms crossed. “I am not.” he said, dramatically slamming his hands on the table, fiery eyes burning holes into yours. “Let’s fucking go.” he said grabbing his bag and got out of the classroom. Well, that was much easier than you had thought. “So, do you have any idea on what we’re gonna do?” Mark questioned, his hands casually in his pockets, he looked much more relaxed than you had anticipated. “Not yet,” you shrugged, “do you have any money with you?” “Not much.” he shook his head, bottom lip jutting out in a small pout, his fringe slightly bobbing as he did so. Well, didn’t he look cute. “Well, don’t worry too much about that, I’ve taken care of it.” “Did you rob a bank? Because I’m not going to jail as an accomplice.” “Et tu, Brute?” you said, earning a snicker from Mark that made your lips twitch into a small smile; you had noticed that Mark tended to laugh a lot and his laugh was the most beautiful one you had ever heard in your life, no exaggerations in that statement. It was pure and heartfelt, bubbling from his chest.

“You know, there is something I wanna try.” he said, biting his lower lip, looking down at you. “What is it?” “I wanna get my ear’s pierced.” he admitted, sheepishly. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary but Mark really wanted to do it. “Ear piercings it is, then.” you said and guided him towards the parlor you got yours done. It was located in a busy area of Seoul, so it was kind of pricey but it was worth it. It was underground so you had to climb down some stairs to a big metal door, the interior had a grungy feel to it and it was also a tattoo parlor so it was full off heavily tattooed people that looked at you weirdly when you stepped in. Quite frankly, you couldn’t understand what was so weird about two teenagers clad in their school uniforms, walking in a piercing/tattoo parlor at 9 am, when they should be in school.

You wouldn’t be lying if you said that you thought it was cute when Mark held on your hand tightly because he was scared of the needle, even the guy who pierced Mark’s ears thought it was cute, saying that you guys were one of the cutest couples he had seen. However, Mark was quite disappointed when you fervently denied the fact you two were dating. Although, he didn’t know why or he did but was in denial. Probably the latter, though. Nevertheless he wouldn’t let you know even if he admitted it.

“See, it wasn’t so bad now, was it.” you told him as you climbed up the stairs, admiring his newly pierced earlobes.

“It was fun,” he admitted, a slight smile playing on his lips, “where to next?” he asked, falling in pace with you. “I was thinking maybe we could go to the amusement park.” “Really? We skip school only to go to the amusement park? Is that all you got? Because that’s so not rebellious of you.” “Well, can you think of anything better? Would you rather we shoplift snacks from the convenient store or something?” you retorted, sarcastically. “Wow, the amusement park, how come didn’t I think of that?”

Only loud slurping noises could be heard while both you and Mark were eating instant ramen in a convenience store, sat at the stools next to the window, watching people pass by. It was 6 pm and Mark had notified his parents that he was over at Donghyuck’s place, an obvious lie. After many hours of shenanigans it was only natural that the two of you got hungry, even though you had eaten endless amount of candy floss, corn dogs, a couple of hot dogs and fish cake skewers, you were still hungry, so here you were. “You know I really had fun today, I hadn’t had this much fun in a while.” Mark admitted, setting his empty plastic cup down. “I really wish there’s many more times like this to come.” he continued, in a quieter voice this time. “Stop, you’re so cheesy.” you whined, mouth full and ramen dangling from your lips and onto your chin. “And you’re messy.” he pointed out, wiping the sauce from your chin with a napkin.

Mark got home around 7, neither of his parents questioned him or mentioned anything that could lead Mark to trouble. He went straight to his room and fell on his bed on his back and stared at the ceiling, a sigh involuntarily leaving his lips. The images of you did today did not leave his mind. You always looked carefree, but today, today felt different. It was as if your smile was brighter, your laugh more genuine and louder, and of course you looked more beautiful than ever. It wasn’t that you had changed anything in particular, but on the contrary it must’ve been him finally starting to accept the fact that he had started developing feelings for you. Two weeks passed by a breeze, both of you spending more and more time together you were practically inseparable by now and of course Donghyuck was green with jealousy. You had found yourself in Mark’s room like you usually do every weekend in the afternoon. However, the only difference was that your English tutoring classes turned into the pair of you fooling around in his room. So now here you were, sitting on the carpet on his bedroom floor. You had built a blanket fort and you were sitting - more like snuggled up on Mark’s side - next to him, watching Studio Ghibli movies. You were three hours in your movie marathon and you snuggled closer to his side. Mark unintentionally held in his breath, he wasn’t used to being this close to a girl before, this new level of intimacy felt foreign to him.

Truthfully, Mark wasn’t really paying attention to the movie playing on his laptop screen, his attention was solely set on you, to him you were a thousand times more interesting than the movie. If Mark was being honest, those new indescribable feelings scared him to the core and he did’t know what to make out of them. Every time he laid his eyes on you he felt this fire in the pit of his stomach, constantly growing and growing but he was scared of the day that it would burn him whole. In spite of all that, he was ready for it. At some point, you felt his eyes on you and once you realized the position you were in you quickly untangled your arms from his arm and hugged your knees to your chest. Yes, you were comfortable around him now, but that was a little too comfortable.

“Why do you keep staring, do I have something on my face?”

“You look beautiful.” Mark replied, and honestly, he didn’t know where he got that sudden wave of confidence that made him say those words, but he was glad that he got it out of his chest, these words had been itching on his lips for a while now, desperately trying to get out. Those simple three words rendered you speechless, you never imagined that him telling you those words would have such an impact on you; they made your heart beat like crazy and you cursed at yourself for feeling so flustered. You had been trying to contain all these weird feelings but he wasn’t helping at all. Both of you resumed to watching the movie in silence, neither of you paying much attention.

Mark had been showing more and more affection towards you after that incident in his bedroom and it drove you crazy, you didn’t know how to react. And the fact that he acted so casual about it drove you even crazier. You hated him and his stupid face, and his stupid smile. You hated him and his stupid hugs that made you feel warm and safe. In conclusion, you hated Lee Mark, or more like the way he made you feel.

“Are you free tonight?” you asked, blowing on your soup cause it was too hot for you. “Yeah, what are you up to?” he asked, oh so casually slung his arm around your shoulder and you choked on your soup, falling into a coughing fit. There he goes, being a little shit again. “I have something in mind, but it’s a surprise.” you answered him, “but we have to be there at around 10 pm so you better come up with a lie to tell your parents.” you continued. “My parents are visiting my grandparents this afternoon and they’re not going to be here for the weekend, so there’s no need for lying.” he said, his arm still around you. When did this boy get so cheeky with you? You couldn’t deny that you loved this side of him, though. “Oh, I almost forgot,” you exclaimed, turning to look at him, “make sure you’re wearing your uniform.” “What do I need my uniform for?” “You’ll see.” you smirked, mischievously.

“Where are you taking me?” Mark asked, as he quietly followed you down the streets of Seoul. “You’re not taking me somewhere to kill me right?” “If I wanted to do that I wouldn’t do that in a crowded place.” you retorted. “I thought you were smarter than that.” “I hate you.” The pair of you stopped at a bus station, but not for long since the bus arrived shortly after you got there and you got in. You were going to this small venue, but Mark didn’t know that. “Why am I the only one wearing my uniform?” Mark asked, suspiciously squinting his eyes at you, he didn’t know what you were up to, no matter how much he tried to think. “Because I don’t need it.” you said and got up from your seat, after a ten minute drive you had arrived at the bustling streets of Hongdae. “Hongdae? Are we going clubbing?” “Eh, not really.” you replied and guided him through the crowded sidewalk but you stopped once you noticed that Mark had stopped walking and his attention was on this small crowd that had formed around two young boys that seemed to be in a freestyle rap battle. “Ah, I’m jealous.” he mumbled to himself, but you still heard it and your heart clenched, he was so adorable and from the look in his eyes you could tell that he loved rapping. That’s why you had brought him here tonight, you wanted him to be free and be himself while doing something he was passionate about. Unfortunately, even after your continuous pestering these couple of months you had yet to listen to Mark rap, but tonight was the night.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” you said and without taking notice of your actions you took his hand in yours and dragged him to the venue. Mark looked down at your hands and couldn’t contain the shy smile that formed on his lips, he liked those subtle touches him and you shared; from his part at least it was a way of showing his feelings towards you, still being a little shy to confess with words. Tonight, you looked more beautiful than ever, but it’s not that you had tried too hard. Mark felt his heart skipping a beat when you turned your head and smiled at him, that dazzling smile that made him feel lightheaded and weak to the knees. A wave of determination crossed Mark. I’m going to do it, tonight, he thought. “We’re here.” your voice brought him back to reality and you were at the entrance of this venue and the bouncer gave Mark this weird look as he scanned him up and down, and he mentally cursed you for making him wear his uniform and look like a fool. Once you got in you regretted having worn a long sleeved shirt under your jacket because you were starting to sweat due to the many people inside the venue. There were two guys, around the age of 20 on the stage, rapping passionately.

“Why did you-” “You’re gonna perform here tonight.” you said, cutting him off with a bright smile but you were only met with a surprised and frightened gaze. “No, I’m not rapping in front of these many people.” he instantly declined. “Mark,” you spoke near his ear, trying to be heard over the loud bass of the beat, “this is your chance to be yourself.” you told him, squeezing his forearm in reassurance. “Still, this is,” he paused, his eyes trained on the two rappers on the stage. They looked like they could eat Mark alive, they were much more comfortable on stage, and more technically experienced than him and he felt his confidence wilting. You stepped in front of him, grabbing the sides of his face with your hands; his cheeks were getting hotter and hotter under your touch but you brushed it off. “Listen, don’t think about them. Just imagine there’s no one here, not even me. You’re just in your room, practicing in front of your mirror.” you encouraged him, looking at him straight in the eye. “Mmm?” you shook his head lightly in your hands and let go of him right as the two rappers finished their performance, the crowd erupting in loud cheers. “Alright, alright.” a man holding a microphone, spoke over the loud cheers. “That was intense wasn’t it?” he asked, and turned his head to the side, putting a hand behind his ears and the crowd cheered once again. “Okay, okay,” his eyes scanned over the crowd, “let’s see who’s next.” he spoke into the mic. Since you were close to the stairs that led to the stage, you pushed Mark, causing him to stumble forwards. “Easy there, sweetheart.” he told you with a laugh, “You’re going to end him up on a hospital with a broken nose.” he joked, making the crowd laugh and Mark glare at you as he furiously went up to the stage. “You’re wearing your school uniform, I’m assuming you’re a student, right?” he asked and handed Mark a microphone. “Yes, I’m a senior.” he replied, and the some people from the crowd ‘oh’ed. “But why did you wear your uniform?” “To make an impact.” Mark said and some of the people in the crowd cheered. Cheeky, I taught him well, you thought and gave yourself an imaginary pat on the back. “Looks like you’re not here to play, man.” the guy said, “Let’s see what you got.” he said, and moved to the back of the stage. Mark then made his way over to the DJ and spoke to him about the beat selection, and then made over to the center of the stage. You could tell from here that he was nervous, his eyes locked with yours and you gave him a thumbs up accompanied by a encouraging smile. The beat started and Mark brought the mic close to his lips, and began rapping. You could tell that he was nervous, his voice was shaky but sounded good nonetheless; to you at least. You weren’t very experienced in rap music but you could tell that this boy had flow. As the song progressed and the crowd started getting more hype, Mark’s nerves started to loosen up and he moved more freely and confidently, so confidently that he even winked at you a few times.

By the end of the song Mark was smiling, words coming out of his mouth in a fast rhythmic speed and to say that you were amazed by the skills this boy possessed would be an understatement. Once he finished, the crowd erupted in loud cheers once again, and you jumped up and down clapping your hands excitedly, you felt so proud of him. It was truly a delightful sight watching him come out of his shell. Mark quickly got off the stage and was almost tackled by you in a strong hug. “You were amazing up there.” you exclaimed, and hugged him tightly once again, resting your head on his shoulder; you could hear his frantic heartbeat against your chest and you lifted your head up and planted a sweet short kiss on his cheek. “What was that for?” “I just felt like kissing you.”

Mark insisted on walking you home even though his apartment was in the opposite direction of yours, even after having reached the entrance of your apartment complex, he insisted on leaving you in front of your apartment door, but you found yourselves sitting on the rooftop, staring at the sky. You couldn’t see much of the stars because of the pollution but it still felt relaxing. “You know,” Mark broke the silence, “ever since I met you my life changed. But I think it changed for the better.” he admitted in a low voice, looking at you. “How so?” “You taught me that I need to have fun sometimes, whenever I’m with you I live my life more freely.” he replied, and you only nodded at him. “Also,” he continued, but paused for a few seconds, suddenly at a loss of words. “whenever I’m with you, I realize that I can’t really imagine my life without you in it. I know it sounds crazy, we’ve only known each other properly for about two months, but these two months were enough for me, I think.” he finished, his body was closer to you now, an unreadable mix of emotions on his face.

“What do you mean?” you gulped, looking up and down between his eyes and his lips, you weren’t sure if this was a confession but it sure as hell sounded like one. “I mean that,” he said, leaning in closer, your lips now centimeters apart. “whenever I’m with you, I fall for you even more every second that passes by.” “That’s so cheesy.” you smiled, your lips grazing slightly as you spoke. “It’s the truth.” he responded with a smile and finally sealing your lips in a sweet kiss. You couldn’t describe the feeling, but it felt like fireworks exploded inside you, a fire burning in your chest, it all felt so surreal. After a few seconds, you broke off your kiss and rested your head on the crook of his neck. “That was nice.” you mumbled, hiding your blushing face in his neck and taking in the sweet smell of his cologne. “I could really get used to that.” you looked up with a smile and pulled him in yet another kiss that made your insides explode. At that moment, both of you felt complete, each and every doubt gone replaced by a sweet feeling that settled in your chests. If this is what falling in love was like, you were all in for it.

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こいのよかん - Hansol Vernon Chwe Imagine

Anon asked: Can I get a scenario where Vernon falls for a half-American half-Japanese girl? Thank you x

Hey everyone! I was so excited when I saw this request, since I’m technically half-Japanese (really I’m full Japanese lol). The whole premise of this basically came from me visiting my brother at work while listening to Seventeen. Hope you all enjoy!

- Admin Erin

Summary: こいのよかん (koi no yokan): a sense that future love is inevitable after a first meeting.⭐ Hawaii. For most, the sunny island is the first thing that comes to mind when they hear the word “paradise”, and for Hansol Vernon Chwe of the k-pop group with meteoric status, Seventeen, paradise is about to take on a whole new meaning.

Genre: Love at first sight!AU

Word Count: 1,338

It was a blazing hot day in Hawaii, as usual, and the body heat radiating off of the tourists surrounding her didn’t make her feel any better. A soft-sided cooler swung from her right hand, her phone in her opposite as she made her way towards one of the busiest hotels in Waikiki, where she had to deliver lunch to her brother who worked in retail there. (He needed to pay her back later for making her spend her day off from work at the dance studio she taught at by catering to him, a grown adult.)

The harsh sunlight beat down on her exposed shoulders and she huffed out a labored breath, stepping to the side of the busy sidewalk to avoid getting stampeded over by passerby, and unraveled the beach towel from around her waist, laying it across her shoulders to shield them from the UV rays. After making sure that she had everything she had stopped with, she set off the for the hotel, and her idiot of a brother, once more.

“Vernon! Look here!”

“Hansol, over here, please!” His head swam by the flurry of requests from paparazzi, both in Korean as well as in English. A few of the other Seventeen members, namely Jisoo, Junhui, and Soonyoung, who had decided that they wanted to explore, were also called to as they stepped out of the Hyatt lobby.

Hansol tried his best to smile at every single camera in sight before lowering his sunglasses over his eyes and walking across the street with the other three guys. Thankfully, the few cameramen and women that had greeted them had left, and it felt as if he could finally breathe again. Admittedly, he was a bit exasperated, which was very unlike him, especially during a vacation for God’s sake, but what was the point if he didn’t even get a rest?

“Always been a dream of mine to come here,” Junhui broke through the younger’s dismal thoughts with a satisfied comment, and Hansol nodded, threading his fingers through his inky hair and taking in all the hustle and bustle of the tourist hot spot. “Hey, there’s a sale here. Let’s go check it out,” the dancer added once they had stopped in front of a slipper/shoe store around the corner from their hotel, proceeding to lead the way in.

"There's no way I'm fitting more stuff in my suitcase," Jisoo muttered, followed by a snicker from Soonyoung.

"You overpacked again?" He asked incredulously, chuckling quietly so as not to disturb the relative calmness of the store.

“Yeah, so what?" Jisoo shot back, and Hansol could tell that the older boy was trying hard to fish for a better comeback, but came up empty. As they continued to bicker and Jun became distracted after seeing a nice pair of shoes, he started to wander around, looking at the array of items that were provided.

"Hello, can I help you?" He jumped at the voice that had come from beside him and he blushed, scratching the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly. It was one of the workers, a guy that didn't look that much older than him, if he was at all, dressed in dark jeans and a collared shirt.

"It's fine, man. Thanks," he replied in English, the language that the male had spoken in, and started to walk away, but not before the guy stopped him.

"Hey, do I know you? You're really familiar." Hansol frowned, not sure how this grown man would know about Seventeen. Unless-

“You owe me for this.”

“You owe me for this,” she huffed, thrusting the cooler out towards her brother and receiving the blunt anger of his glare.

“Excuse me for a second, sorry.” Her throat constricted as she gulped, realizing that he had been helping a customer when she had interrupted them. “Next time try to be more patient, okay?” She rolled her eyes but nodded despite herself, knowing full well that she shouldn’t sass her older brother. “On that note...” When he lowered his voice, she knew something was up, “Do we know him? He looks really familiar but-”

Seventeen-teen-teen! Her cheeks flushed red as her text-tone blasted from her phone, disturbing the peaceful quiet of the store, and she fumbled to turn her ringer off.

“Nice ringtone,” the customer said, and both she and her sibling looked up at the same time, realization dawning on her first. She wasn’t sure if it was his messy, ink-black hair that caught her attention, or the natural glow of his pale skin, or the brightness of his coffee colored eyes, but what she did know was that she was absolutely positively screwed over.

“No way,” she breathed out, running a hand through her wind-tossed hair. Her head whirled as she tried to think of something, anything to say to stall as she recovered her composure. However, nothing really came to her mind, so she kept quiet.

Silence permeated the room for a few moments before her brother spoke. “Hey, you’re in love with this dude, right?” Out of all the times she wished she could smack her brother across the face, this one took the cake. She watched helplessly as a smile spread across Hansol Vernon Chwe’s face- the same smile she had seen so many times in videos and pictures- before she covered her cheeks with her hands, attempting to hide her blush.

“No! I just admire his talent. That’s all,” she muttered, not daring to look up at either boy for fear of bringing more embarrassment upon herself.

“Well, um... I guess I gotta get back to work!” With that, her idiot of a brother scurried away, already beginning to sidle up to another customer.

“Uh, um... hello. I’m Vernon, but I think you might already know that?” At this point, it would be rude not to look up at him as he spoke, but she wondered how she would do that without squealing like a teenage girl. However, she managed to drag her gaze up to his eyes, and the breath was knocked out of her as he smiled shyly.

“Y-yeah, I know who you are. I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” Really, really nice to meet you, she added in her head. She held her hand out for Vernon to shake and he took it, sending shivers coursing through her. “How are you enjoying Hawaii so far?” His smile widened into a grin, and she couldn’t help but smile as well.

“It’s been great. The weather is amazing and the vibe of the people is even better.” He looked as if he was about to continue on, but bit his lower lip, glancing at the tips of his shoes briefly.

“What’s wrong?” She asked immediately. “Are you feeling okay?” Okay, calm the hell down. You’re being too nosy and weird, you probably freaked him out already-

“Yeah, uh, I was wondering if you’d like to meet the rest of Seventeen? I mean, we do kinda need a tour guide, since we don’t have all that much money to pay for one, and I’m assuming that you’d do it for free since, well...” He scratched the back of his neck, huffing out an irritated breath. “Okay, that went a lot better in my head.”

When she recovered from her initial shock, a giggle bubbled up from her chest and she nodded, covering her mouth as she resisted the urge to start screaming and jumping up and down. “Of course I would love to show you guys around! When would you want me to meet you?” Way too eager.

“Does tomorrow afternoon sound good? We’ll meet you by the statue of the famous surfer dude.” Another laugh escaped her.

“The statue of Duke Kahanamoku, you mean?” Vernon’s cheeks flushed pink when he realized his mistake and he nodded, hair flopping in front of his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant to say. See you tomorrow?” She nodded, still grinning up at him.

“See you tomorrow.”

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all the backyard flower garden AND sweet n soft questions

sweet- what’s your favorite type of candyGhirardellis dark chocolate and sea salt and caramel

 smooth- do you like classical musicSometimes. I especially like film scores for my fave movies.

 baby- do you want to be a parent Maybe

 courage- are you a strong athlete Used to be. Not really now.

 lovely- what’s the adjective you use when people ask “how are you”Good cutie- what’s your favorite orange thing? I don’t love orange. Maybe some flowers.

 skin- do you want any tattoosI’ve considered getting a Jasmine flower as a memoriam for my old dog Jasmine.

 pictures- is art important to you in any wayI love the history and looking at it wanted it around me but I’m no good at it or anything.

 stars- use one word to describe space Big

 religion- do you practice religion - what religion if soMormon

 one- are you a competitive personVery makeup- what is your most heavily used makeup product Lipstick or eyeliner

 sheets- how many blankets do you sleep with 1 big one

 chalk- what subject are you best at in schoolHistory

 blush- are you easily embarrassed Typically

 water- when was the last time you cried Not sure

 karma- do you believe in luckNot particularly?

 lips- what is your favorite thing to taste I dunno. Spicy or chocolate generally.

 cupcake- cookies, pie, ice cream or cakeBrownies. Or brownies in ice cream.

 music- list your 3 favorite bands or artists ParamoreKate NashFall out boy

 night- how many hours of sleep do you get10-12. I need lots to function.

 smile- how was your day todayDull but okay.

Ageratum: Are you friendly or wary of strangers?Friendly but I’m careful.

American Marigold: Is there anything you will not/cannot eat?Cucumbers and bacon.

Black-Eyed Susan: Have you ever given/received a black eye? Why?Nope.

Bleeding-heart: Do you open up freely with their emotions, or do you bottle it up until you burst? If you do hold it in, what is usually your breaking point?It depends. But most people I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve at least lately.

Butterfly-Weed: What is one thing that always makes you stop and admire, no matter what you were doing prior?Animals, certain flowers. But always animals.

Common Yarrow: Do you easily blend in with the crowd, or do you wear/act so that you are noticeable and stand out?Lol I tend to stand out with my clothes and make up.

Cornflower: Is there a color you don’t particularly care to wear? Is it because it clashes with your style, appearance, or any other reason outside of simple dislike for said color?I don’t love wearing red most of the time just cause it doesn’t look good on me. I generally don’t wear yellow or orange cause I don’t like them. I don’t like pink much either but it tends to be on purple stuff so I go with it.

Creeping Zinnia: Do you listen into other people’s conversations, either idly or purposely? Has there been anything you learned from it? Have you gotten into trouble?Sometimes my parents. But I’m a bit of a people watcher in public. Not to be a snoop, just to observe. I love seeing what a variety of people there are in the world yet how we experience similar things.

Daylily: Do you have any daily routines/habits? Are they ingrained into you as a child or have they been recent additions?I have more recent ones like soaking my ears daily for my piercings. I try to be regular with makeup and things and I’ve been starting a new journal idea I thought of.

Field Pansy: Have you ever gone and flown a kite before? Do you wish to do so if you haven’t?Yeah

Flowering Cabbage: Name one thing you keep, despite it being pointless or purposeless other than sentimental value or you simply cannot throw it away, and state the reason why you hang onto it.I probably have a few but I’m not at my parents house yet so I can’t think of anything off hand.

Garden Impatiens: What causes you to lose patience? How do you react when you lose it? People who just wanna complain all the time, I tend to try to get them to see why they shouldn’t but they normally just argue with me so I end up more frustrated idk

Gooseneck Loosestrife: Is there anything strange or unusual you can do, or have noticed happening around you without an identifiable cause?I’m double jointed that’s like one of the only weird things I can do.

Hosta: Do you enjoy the time out in the sun, or do you relax in the shade whenever you get the chance to do so?Depends. I prefer if it’s windy and cooler aired when it’s sunny. Otherwise I’ll be in the shade. (Not to mention my light sensitivity.)

Ivy Geranium: Do you have any pets? If so, how are they doing?I have a cat and a dog. My dog is fine as far as I know. My cat is a little upset cause he misses me but I’m gonna be home hopefully before noon on Tuesday

Japanese Bloodgrass: When was the last time you drew blood, either from yourself or from another? What was the reason?They did general blood tests on me in the hospital in January

Lady’s Mantle: What is one outfit you remember your mother/guardian wearing when you were a child?Mom jeans and high school marching band t shirts

Lambs Ears: Do you remember how old you were when the last time someone tried to sensor their speech around you?When I first got here to my aunts she kept apologizing to me every time she said fuck and i don’t think she has for a while now

Lavender: Is there a particular scent you are fond of? Do you smell this scent often or rarely? Books, not as often as I should. Also my cats fur.

Million Gold: How much money do you make, if any? How much money do you have currently? None right now cause I’ve been unemployed by choice. Hoping I can get a job soon. And I have less money than I’d prefer lol.

Moss Phlox: Have there been any new friends you have made? What do you want to know about them the most?I’ve made a couple. And no not really?

Nasturium: Have you ever been the one to be told a secret? Did you keep it or did you share it with someone else? Was the secret worth being kept?Yes I’ve been told lots. Some I’ve kept and some I haven’t TBH. It’s life, sue me.

Ornamental Purslane: Do you wear any jewelry? Which ones are your favorites? Do you favor certain metals/gems/styles?I always wear a yin yang ring (I accidentally left it at my parents house though :( ) and then there’s my daith rings. I love purple and amethyst jewelry. I like bracelets and necklaces but I don’t have any I wear all the time. There have been a few I wanted though. Like bpd awareness necklaces or something idk.

Rose Campion: If you had to fight, which one person would you chose to fight at your side? Would you pick them based on skill, on trust, or both?I’m struggling to think of any martial artists i know lol

Salvia-May-Night: What your habits/rituals you do when preparing for bed? How long do you usually sleep for?General bathroom stuff, meds, journal, bible and prayer if I remember.

Snapdragon: What sort of things would you hoard, if given the chance? Would you? Makeup and clothes. And probably cats and shoes. This is me dude 😂

Snow-In-Summer: Would you rather have winter or summer? What are the benefits or reason to your preferred season over the other?Winter. I just really REALLY hate being hot.

Sunflower: Name one thing that will always make you smile.My cat

Thread-leaf Tickseed: Are you an insect-magnet when you go outside, or do you insects generally leave you alone? Insects have never really bothered me. It actually shocked me the first time a mosquito ever bit me while I was awake.

Variegated Solomon’s Seal: What is one thing you wished you could seal away and never see/feel/use/etc again? Why?Being sexually assaulted. It was relatively minor, like when I told my friends about it it was like yeah there’s literally no police case. But it was someone I considered a friend and it was just.. shitty.

Wheat Cockscomb: Name one thing you could do that you wished you could do, but cant?Instantaneously have a healthy functioning body without the excess weight

Yellow Cosmos: What is your favorite constellation? Why?Orion. Just cause it reminds me of when I would stargaze with my dad on our front lawn every night and our house faced east so we had a perfect view of Orion. (I actually struggle more with finding the dippers cause the trees in our neighborhood blocked those haha)

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DISCLAIMER: This is an admittedly light-hearted conversation about the trends of our most beloved IIT Indore between two not entirely happy-go-lucky stalwarts about to graduate. Following the tradition, this can be considered as a whole-hearted, but nonetheless well-intentioned rant. Reader discretion is highly advised.

By Amey Ambade and Ashish Bharatwal

(SCENE 1: SILVER MESS)

(It’s about noon on a Saturday in March. Amey is sitting on the wildly recognizable red chair, steel plate on the beige table, as ‘Tip Tip Barsa Pani’ plays loudly on the TV, almost in sync with the water dripping off the water filter behind him. He dons a grin as Ashish joins him, visibly frustrated.)

Amey: Dude, what’s up with your mess refund?

Ashish: Motherfuckers. They should be drowned in their own broth.

(Murderous glances from judgemental postgrads across the table)

Amey (unconcerned) : Hard luck, eh? What did you expect, though? Four years on, they’d understand why you dislike them? Didn’t you get to fill a pointless form to get something out of it?

Ashish: It’s not the first time I am getting the short end of the stick in IITI.

Amey: Not the first time you’ve said that.

Ashish (smiling) : Not the first time you’ve said that. You tend to be able to predict each other’s moves after this long a swim in the shitpool as comrades.

(Random Mess Guy comes up: ‘Bhiyaa, mess fees pay kar di na?’ They look at him disapprovingly, and taking the hint, he promptly disappears.)

Amey (doubtfully breaking a piece off a roti with bare hands) : Amen to that, brother. Chal, aaj khane mein kaunsi insect species ki discovery hogi dekhte hain. Talking of insect species, what’s up with E-Blockers suddenly hitting the gym?

Ashish: Well, whaddya know? Trying their best to feel good about themselves before leaving; what were they even doing the last four years, haha!

Amey: Ah well. You know and I know. Now that everyone else is in Simrol, I don’t know what eyeballs you speak of. I give the fad a month to drop off. We clearly couldn’t give two shits.

Ashish (chuckling with disgust) : Especially now.BTW, speaking of shits, look at this - Lauki Ke Kofte. BC’s trademarked turd-sized dumplings® are turning out to be a favorite of those who haunt the Jain food counter. Tatti khaaye par pyaaz na khaaye.

Amey (proud to not have made the unfortunate sabzi choice) : Chuck that, chal Fresco chalte hain, Snickers pe fir se PayTM cashback aaya hai.

Ashish: Yeah, I have to get a couple of photocopies too. These B-schools! Why do they even have CAT if that is just meant to be a ‘Fuck you!’ to mediocrity?

(They leave the mess, their untouched food-laden plates still on the table. The freshness outside is liberating, it’s like getting out of a green fart convention.)

Amey (finally inhaling air) : Perceived mediocrity… Thodi toh political correctness chahiye, bhai. But yes, I agree. I’ve been swamped with my MS applications lately, and they are equally exhausting. Thinking about our lives after graduation is perhaps more frustrating than trying to maintain a straight face when Batra talks. Add to that the lifelong terror that we will take away from boarding harmfully yellow buses, and lo, you have the recipe for a migraine.

(They reach Fresco, and scan through the hastily placed products. Amey discreetly picks up a Zandu Balm)

Ashish: Remember when as freshmen we were singing at the top of our lungs the lewd version of ‘Chahun Main Ya Na’ and didn’t give two shits when we noticed a furious Batra peering over us ominously from the half-open door? Ah, I miss those careless times.

Amey: And the countless number of times we partied with complete disregard for the neighbors or Digant? It helped that we had no immediate neighbors, aur guards to apne jigri thhey. But with no authorities to piss off now that everyone except us is thankfully in Simrol, it’s like, hum kiske dimag ko shot de ab?

(They’ve collectively picked up stuff worth 150 bucks but will pay only a hundred because subsidy.)

Ashish (showing his phone screen) : Hey, look at this article in ToI: Fluxus event winners haven’t received their prize money. This one guy says IITI owes him fucking 10k. Much ado about Fluxus every year. The only ones happy are the OCs, until last year, right? From what goes around in the campus, they reported earnings of 3000 from Sunidhi’s concert, and an attendance of 3000 in the media. What an absolute load of crap?! 70 lakh mein toh teen decent Fluxus ho jaayenge BC.

(They’re walking, surrounded by the white buildings with eerily jail-like black railings that have defined their time in Silver Springs. Now that Silver isn’t infested with overexcited juniors, final years are loitering in the quaint streets.)

Amey: I still stand by my idea to only have an e-Fluxus to save the money and the Kejru-level shaming.

Ashish: Haha, if only you knew e-Fluxus actually happened this year. We had a middling singer Shirley Setia adorning the terrains of Simrol. I also heard Aditi Agrawal was their second choice, now that she has her own YouTube channel. Way to go!

(They get to the lift, sharing it with the classically unconcerned 4th floor wali aunty as they hear the dulcet voice on loop, touting “Please. Close. The Door. Krupaya. Darwaza. Band. Karein.” Somewhere, Hodor’s soul is shedding a single heavenly tear.)

Amey: The terrains of Simrol! There’s some places in our new campus that look like scenes from True Grit, Blazing Saddles and Mad Max were filmed there. I could swear the dust twisters could effectively upend an unsuspecting Simmi and Avnish holding three Cormens each. Avnish will probably be ecstatic about that, too.

Ashish: It’s miraculous how so few cases of asthma have popped up given the dust bowl Simrol is and the number of students cooped up in there. We are a resilient lot, I must say.

(They get out of the lift on the famous 3rd floor and enter D-314.)

(SCENE 2: ROOM)

Amey: We’re wasting an entire sunny afternoon for my bloody transcripts. ( He pauses to check a news notification on the antics of a certain orange unhinged toddler-psychopath.) You have to agree, though, with all the negatives aside, isn’t it actually pretty convenient to navigate around the half-built pods in pyjamas?

(They change in a minute, time is important here, and Amey reaches for his shoes. There’s no way he’s going into the arid Wild West in flip-flops. Ashish checks the bus schedule on his phone. They have bus schedules, for fuck’s sake, doesn’t that say a lot by itself?)

Ashish: Yes, but that doesn’t outweigh having no good food, good booze and good company in a ten-kilometer radius, does it? Taste Butts? Screw you, Rohan Rathore.

Amey (disapprovingly) : No cash, only college Smart Cards accepted. And you have to try the infamous Chicken Fried Rice. Nothing screams appetizing as half-cooked rice with boiled chicken bits and spring onions sprinkled on top to emphasize the near non-existent efforts that went into serving it. Maybe if our batch was shifted to the forsaken place too, we wouldn’t have had such a pessimistic opinion. Maybe angoor khatte hain.

(Both take a minute to check if they haven’t forgotten their ID cards and proceed to exit the building. ID cards hold more importance in the Simrol campus than platinum credit cards.)

Ashish: But then I wouldn’t have been able to go to TIME for classes twice a day at ungainly hours. (Phone pings) Iss Utkarsh Kumar Singh ko chayn nahin hai. And then there’s the IIT Indore Discussions and Complaints and Grievances and Suggestions and Repercussions and Discombobulations and Fornications page. People have no chill, this Gymkhana has no chill. Which is a good thing, actually. This one tried its best to make things right. The Constitution was a pretty good move.

Amey: Yeah, they tried to right some wrongs. Avadhesh is hands-down the most proactive Gymkhana President I have seen, especially in regard to being responsive. Can’t say the same about the vigilants-in-their-own-right juniors who were more concerned about lengthening the mail threads with their bull than making their contribution count. The juniors really get on my nerves sometimes.

Ashish: Sometimes? Hah. What have the Quiz and Literary Clubs been up to? I count one… two… three… Three events in the last year, both our clubs combined - no aggressive, only passive, these runts. I’m pretty sure we left the clubs on high notes, but the future for these exclusive groups of students seemingly aspiring just for PoRs is obscure at best. The clubs are almost decrepit now, but the enthusiasm to forward mails from other institutes’ fests has not dwindled a bit.

Amey: Our work defined these clubs, but I agree, lately, confusion seems to have taken them to a standstill.

(They board the dangerously yellow bus after a 10-mile walk)

(SCENE 3: FREAKISHLY YELLOW BUS)

(Amey proceeds to sit on the right side of the bus. Arey naive child.)

Ashish: Bhai, uss taraf dhoop aayegi.

(They sit on the double-seat and share a headphone. Ashish bangs ‘Another Day of Sun’)

Ashish: I can listen to the ‘La La Land’ soundtrack on end. This and Abusive Aunty Mix and Chodu Singham... Did you know they caught a third guy for downloading umpteen gigs of porn @36MBps in Simrol?

Amey: Kya?! Yeh kaise hua bhai? That poor pervert.

Ashish: The IT guys can obviously track you in the new hostels. The surprising thing here is, they cared enough. They ALWAYS care when it comes to the quotidian aspects of student life gone slightly haywire. Khaane mein keede se koi problem nahin hai, par Frooti ka payment overdue hai toh expulsion.

Amey: Well, if one guy hogs the whole network, others have to come jumping like it’s The Dawn of The Rise of The Dusk of The War for the Planet of The Apes. I remember how we used to go bat-shit crazy when someone was downloading the latest episode of Game of Thrones from our gareeb 80GB limited Airtel networks when we already had it. Some people were so goddamn serious about the bandwidth they’d become whinier than a Goth kid trying to find his eyeliner.

(The bus hasn’t started yet. CultSec boards. Bus revvs.)

Ashish: Here comes our poor sacrificial lamb. He should wear a tee that says, ‘I am Kalash and I am not a terrorist’.

Amey: Sir, I have known him since my first day at IIT Indore even though that is technically impossible, but impossible is just a word at IIT Indore and apparently everyone had such a good rapport with him so they decided to keep him 22 km away. <insert GRE words image here>

(Both chuckle and greet Kalash, who proceeds to sit behind them.)

Amey (checking phone) : Naya email. Best BTP submissions ke liye. Alag hi! BTP awards are farcical. No interdisciplinary uniformity in grading or evaluation. Two submissions from Mech and both got some prize or the other at the Symposium because of their presentation.

Ashish: Or just plain luck. Still, man. Our BTPs saw some real effort. Our many advisors deservedly became Associate Professors. It was high time, wasn’t it?

Amey: My faith in the IITI academic system is still maintained thanks to these hardworking guys. You remember how hard they had to fight to get us great courses for a Minor degree?

Ashish: The Minor program was unarguably the best decision that defined the academic policies for our batch. And the future batches too.

Amey: Personally, I’d love to see a core subject Minor for the new batches. And Abhishek Sir is the best DoSA we have had since Granny’s left Silver Springs. He’s doing a commendable job, especially given all the student shenanigans.

Ashish: I think you discount the students’ role tad too much. Our batch has some of the best coders in the country. Utkarsh and the Shah bros are going to the ACM-ICPC World Finals, hopefully turning it into an institute tradition. Then we have prodigies like Tripathi. These guys have done a lot to promote the coding culture at IITI, if only by setting examples. Look at the placements and internship trends you and I noticed this year at the PO: we are near the top of the ladder in India as far as CS is concerned. But more focus on other branches would not do harm, would it *rant intensifies*?

...Look at the abysmal performance by Electrical and Mechanical; for a decent salary we non-CS guys either have to learn programming and leave our core studies for the night before the exams, or go into research, or take GATE or CAT or IES or IAS or KLPDS and what-not! While we as students need to grow balls and learn how to not get swayed away by first CTCs, some push from the institute would be great.

(Amey isn’t listening. Notwithstanding the growls and *shaking* of the bus, Amey is cozily napping.)

(The bus stops at the campus main gate after what seems like the whole length of ‘Jodha Akbar’ and ‘What’s Your Rashee?’ combined.)

Entry Gate Security Guard: Sir, ID card. (Ashish has been pretending to sleep too because guard overlook karne ki probability 80% hai and as accent-torn Deepika Padukone in xXx quotably says: he likes his odds.)

(These adamant seniors are not giving up)

Entry Gate Security Guard: ( unable to cut the bullshit, nudges Ashish) Ser! (shudder) ID.

(reluctantly pulling out his ID, Ashish mumbles under his breath.)

(The insidious dust has broken Amey’s sweet nap. He coughs as the scarily yellow bus proceeds into the vastness of the campus.)

Amey: Look, kids with donation boxes for used clothes. AVANA has consistently been on a roll. Although the sight of someone silently looming over you as you sleep, whispering ‘Thatty Rupes’ is almost as scary as the time we watched The Descent and shit ourselves simultaneously crying and laughing.

Ashish: ( in an impressive Marathi accent) Nepali Vachli bhau. Nepali Vachli. (Both share an inside joke as the bus comes to a halt. Destination reached.)

(SCENE 4: SIMROL)

Amey: ( getting down) In the end, that’s what matters. Although persisting regionalism is a good talking point for students, with all its pros and cons.

Ashish: Closely-knit antelope herds are not easy to penetrate.

Amey: Is that the first time you’ve said that? (another chuckle shared, this is getting cheesy) I don’t even remember why we came here. Oh yes. Transcripts.

(A friendly junior smiles and greets them. In contrast to the shade thrown in Simrol, cordiality is still burgeoning here.)

Amey: There are perhaps no stronger polar opposites than AVANA and SESC. I might be horribly wrong, but from what we’ve noticed, it seems like SESC has become redundant and unproductive. The startups they have been promoting either sold stationery or just took the MHRD grant for pizzas, getting bundled up in a matter of months.

(They approach the Physics Pod complete with cinderblocks to cranes and the evergreen sounds of metal hammering. )

Ashish: Yeh bik gayi hai SESC. Ab is SESC mein kuch nahin hai. Yeh saare milke humko pagal bana rahe hain m--

(Ashish stops abruptly as Professor Vishvakarma passes by, greeting them briefly.)

Amey: This guy is THE man. Our Placement Office and the IAC would never be as well-established without him. What’s up with IAC this year?

Ashish: Santosh Sir worked selflessly for both Placements and the Conclaves. Never will the student members be as happy and well-fed as we were under his rule. Haan, this year’s IAC is going to be a mish-mash effort by Rajveer - all hot air and no real content. Ah, who cares? It is anyway under a different professor now.

Amey: But you must admit, PKU sir has been a worthy successor to SKV. The Placement Office is working as a well-oiled machine thanks to him. Won’t you miss our Placement Office perks?

Ashish: Do you mean the divine morning coffees, occasional mayo sandwiches and sour-ass lemon teas or the long hours of highly productive meetings and equally unproductive bakchodi? We’ll definitely miss both.

(They get to the new Academic Office. Ashish listens to the incoherent dialogue between Amey and Rinki Ma’am, and watches her give Amey his precious transcripts.)

Amey (whispering) : Tapesh sir and Rinki ma’am have really grown on us fourth-years, haven’t they?

Ashish (whispering back) : Yeah. I used to get a cold shoulder earlier. Last time I was offered tea. I guess they understand how being seniors is difficult and that our problems begin to get more genuine as we grow through the college. Familiarity here bred sympathy, instead of contempt.

(Cut to: One hour later they leave from SS in an Uber to the city as the dangerously catchy

Swachh Bharat jingle is being heard everywhere. Pity the driver of those poor garbage trucks, people. You can only listen to so much of Kailash Kher and the Chorus Kids. Hey, Kailash Kher and the Chorus Kids sounds like a decent band name.)

(SCENE 5: INDORE CITY)

Ashish: Yahaan Johnny ke paas rok dena, bhaiya.

(They get out of the Nano and pay using PayTM because demonetization. The driver is conveniently named Ramesh. He frowns over not having received cash. Bitches.)

Amey: Where our fuckbois at?

Ashish: Dugar and Bapat are at Sam’s (free) Momos, they tell me. Diggi, Govil, Dhaivat and Avnish are having Fire Paan. Prajwal is at Nafees for biryani. Damn! His attraction to biryani is borderline sexual!

Amey: Can you blame him? It is magnificent. Though not as magnificent as the one we had at the notorious Love Palace party. Our juniors will never experience the thrill of gatecrashing a wealthy Punjabi’s lavish food fiestas.

Ashish: That was quite a fiasco! The Curious Case of Love Palace! The slaps, the drunken brawls, the humiliation, and, in the midst of it all, the most delicious meal we have ever had, owing in large part to its absolutely undeserving our shorts, slippers and hoodies.

(For our unwitting readers, on 24th February 2014, allstudent received a mail inviting us to the housewarming celebrations of an ostentatiously built residence, the Love Palace that falls on our way to the Axis Bank ATM in Silver Springs. We turned up in full strength, especially the first years who were early to arrive and plunder and leave. Our super-seniors flocked to the open bar, exhausting it of its offerings within an hour. As it turns out, the mail was a hoax perpetrated by *insert_mysterious_name_here* and we were actually not invited. The hosts were gonna have none of that shit. What followed was some lit slapping and thrashing game from our truly Punjabi hosts, which effectively ceased all the faggotry in mere minutes. Amey and Ashish obviously escaped unscathed because they were dressed decently, which was a camouflage. The Bhatias, in the week that followed, saw the wrath of the slap-ees in the form of broken car windows and some dope graffiti. Some of the first-years got their long-overdue slaps well in advance, though.

This event was perhaps one of the most happening ones at IITI, even more than a few Fluxuses. Or is it Fluxii?)

(As they gobble up a hotdog each, they see their homies approaching and a shitstorm of banter follows)

If you’ve manage to read all of the rant above, you can flatten as you go up. The writers want you to know that despite all its flaws, IIT Indore is actually a pretty good place to be, and they cherish their years here. Ashish (rather suspiciously) knows the roll numbers and names of all the people here, and Amey knows how to ignore them. The best hostels in any IIT system, the united outcry that we so often witness (*cough* mess *cough*), a filial feeling that comes with the perk of having a small student population, and the shared respect for friends, professors, and everyone else around, definitely make our IIT Indore journey memorable.

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